“Monkeys not hurt white lady,” was his laughing reply. “Only monkeys wearing glasses, they hurt white lady, but not hurt white lady. Me, I shoot them, all-a-same them shoot me.”
Mary took to Hop Sing at once. She enjoyed his happy, squirrel-like chatter. He told her many amusing stories of the war, how his people had learned to trick the Japs and lead them away from their goals, how they had hidden their food to return for it and so save their own lives. He told her too of things that made her blood run cold.
“How can you be so happy when such terrible things are going on?” she asked.
“No happy, bye-um-bye dead, that’s all,” was his way of saying that happiness, come what may, is a human necessity.
After a time Hop Sing wandered away. Taking a seat on the plane’s right wing, Mary sat dreaming in the bright tropical sunlight until, with startling suddenness a powerful twin-motored plane appearing to come from nowhere circled once then swept down upon the field.
The plane came to a halt not thirty paces from where she sat. Immediately four big men in officers’ uniforms leaped from the plane.
A Powerful Plane Swept Down Upon the Field